Before The Checks Lyrics - Casey Veggies

[Hook: Kid Ink] 

Aw yeah 

Way before the checks it was cash and all 

The same bitch you lovin' I was passin' on 

You don't really know about my past when I 

Ain't really know how to keep it rational 

Full tank nigga you ain't gotta gas me up 

They be trippin' I just roll a blunt and ash shit off 

You don't really know about my past when I 

Ain't really know how to keep it rational 

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Yeah, yeah 

I can really give a fuck less 

I know she throwin' pussy, but I told her I get enough sex 

Money coming in I could never get enough checks 

Wake up to the dough everyday just like it's breakfast 

Check it off my checklist, girl no cuffin or no extra's 

Baby I just make it work out, I ain't with the flexin' 

Finish with my school day so don't you try to test me 

Girl that ass super fat like you straight from Texas 

Kid Ink and Young Veggies might just fuck your main bitch 

Just sent her back to ya I ain't tryna smash the same chick 

Pinky ring blinging, 'bout to get the custom chain hit 

I'm a fly nigga, yeah the type she wanna hang with 

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Way before the checks it was cash and all 

The same bitch you lovin' I was passin' on 

You don't really know about my past when I 

Ain't really know how to keep it rational 

Full tank nigga you ain't gotta gas me up 

They be trippin' I just roll a blunt and ash shit off 

You don't really know about my past when I 

Ain't really know how to keep it rational 

My first memories was 6 years old 

1514 Orange Grove Apartment with the roaches 

By the time that I was 5 daddy was locked and gone 

And the only thing he taught me "Feds is always on the phone listening" 

13 when I started slippin' up at school 

15 smokin', drinkin', fuckin', gettin' tattoos 

That's the road to follow when it ain't no role models 

Young hardhead niggas with a hard pill to swallow 

I been at this shit for weeks, bangin' on this in MPC 

Turn my closet to a booth, Nike boxes on the speaker 

You know what I'm representing every time you hear me speaking 

LA been my city since I mixed that ramen with the seasoning 

Way before the checks it was cash and all 

The same bitch you lovin' I was passin' on 

You don't really know about my past when I 

Ain't really know how to keep it rational 

Full tank nigga you ain't gotta gas me up 

They be trippin' I just roll a blunt and ash shit off 

You don't really know about my past when I 

Ain't really know how to keep it rational 

Aw yeah 

Aw yeah 

Aw yeah 

Aw yeah-eah 

Aw yeah 

Aw yeah 

Aw yeah 

Aw yeah-eah 

Aw yeah 

You don't really know about my past when I 

You don't really know about 

Aw 

You don't really know about my past you know 

You don't really know about the past when we 

Did shit that you wouldn't believe